Last night I was text messaging my boyfriend, Max. Seems innocent enough, yes? I completely misunderstood a certain message which sent my heart into a frenzy. I honestly could feel my heart slowly crumbling every second after I had read it. My chest felt tight, it was getting harder to breathe, I really think there was a tiny elf inside me who placed my heart in a pot of water and was slowly turning up the heat to boil it--like a frog. I messaged him back, asking for him to explain himself. No answer. I ask again. Still no answer. Almost an hour passes--I am panicky and on the verge of crying. I called him twice before I got a hold of him--only to discover my ridiculous misunderstanding. I feel stupid. He felt bad too because he had no idea that I didn't understand him.
So what did I learn?
I learned to trust. I learned that I'm very vulnerable right now. I learned that I'm much more attached than I may have previously confessed. I am--as they say--a fag.
P.S. I ran 2.25 miles today
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